Chapter 1: Jiuyang Shenlu
"It's a fucking bad luck, this kid died after three or two beatings."
"Hung Ge, is that really okay? After all, he is the uncle's son, if the uncle knows..."
"An illegitimate child, what are you afraid of? Besides, who knows it's our hand? Go! Go! Get out of this ghost place!"
"..."
In a trance, Tang Huan seemed to hear a sound of swearing and swearing, and then, in his ears, he heard the chaotic footsteps fading away.
"Uncle? Illegitimate son?"
Blurred by these words in her mind, Tang Huan suddenly woke up and sat up.'I'm still alive?'
Looking at it subconsciously, Tang Huan was stunned.
This is not his antique bedroom, but a very humble shed. What he just lay on was not the familiar wooden bed, but the dirty ground.
Around the wall, which is made up of wooden boards, are hung with knives, guns, swords, sticks and other weapons. On one side of the shed, there are things like stoves, bellows and iron piers, and beside the pier, there are several large and small hammers in disorder.
Tang Huan recognized at a glance that it should be a blacksmith's shop.
"I was really in a coma when casting sword in the workshop. If I was saved, I woke up not at home, but also in the hospital. How could I be in such a blacksmith shop?"
Tang Huan couldn't help recalling the scene at that time, but her head seemed to burst open with pain. At that moment, countless information emerged quickly from her mind.
"Hmm!"
With a moan in his mouth, Tang Huan could not help holding his head tightly, and his face grew pale.
I don't know how long it took for Tang Huan to look better, but he looked like a ghost and stared at his eyes, his mouth was slightly open and his face was full of fantasy.
"Glory the Continent?"
Half a while later, Tang Huan regained consciousness and uttered his voice incredibly.
He was a swordsman. He was less than 30 years old, and he was well-known all over the world. Every sword made by hand sold for more than a million dollars, but still in short supply.
However, Tang Huan was not satisfied. He wanted to forge a world-famous sword like the ancient fish sausage and Juque.
So he began to consult all kinds of ancient books and study the ancient method of swordsmanship. Gongfu pays no attention. Finally, we can find a sword-casting stove and a unique sword-casting method.
If Tang Huan gets the most treasure, he immediately starts trying.
Everything went well at first, but when the sword was about to come out, something unexpected happened.
According to the method of casting swords, the swordsman's blood is needed to guide the swordsman in order to make the swords have real spirituality, not just a cold weapon.
Tang Huan is naturally not stingy with that little blood.
What surprises him is that when he drops his blood into the stove, the sword-casting stove is like a hungry wolf, desperately sucking his blood.
Before long, Tang Huan was completely unconscious.
When he woke up, he came to this place called Glorious Continent, and there was another person's memory in his head.
The person in my memory is also called Tang Huan, who is 16 years old and the illegitimate son of the Tang family owner in the city of Nulang.
His mother, a maid of the Tang family, was born as beautiful as a flower. She was looked upon by the owner of the Tang family. When she became pregnant, she was not accommodated by the owner's wife. She was expelled soon and was taken in by a kind old blacksmith in Nulang City.
He was only a little sensible, and his mother died of illness. Since then, he has been depending on the old blacksmith and following the old blacksmith to learn how to forge.
"How can people here practice?"
Tang Huan was quite surprised that in the memory of the teenager Tang Huan, the human beings in this world can produce true Qi after practicing their Kung fu. Only such a person has the opportunity to become a respected alchemist and forge a truly powerful weapon.
For example, an old fellow blacksmith is said to be a low-level refiner.
Tang Huan, a teenager, is also very interested in forging. Unfortunately, he has ordinary qualifications, so far, he has not developed genuine spirit, but can only forge ordinary weapons.
Last month, the old fellow blacksmith suddenly left, and he has not returned yet. The teenager sat down and ate up, but had to sell several weapons.
On his way to the market, he accidentally encounters several Tang family's sons and daughters. When he says nothing, he clashes and loses his life. Then he is thrown back into the blacksmith's shop.
"This kid is dead. Why is his memory in his head?"
Tang Huan was shocked and recalled the conversation he had heard when he was trance-stricken. At the bottom of his heart, he had a bad feeling. He looked up unconsciously. His hands were rough, calluses were full, his body was slender, he was dressed in coarse clothes, and his feet were washed white black shoes.
This is by no means your own body!
Tang Huan was shocked, jumped up and looked around.
A moment later, Tang Huan stood in front of a bronze mirror and looked at the strange face with bronze skin and beautiful features, as if it were a wooden chicken.
Now, he finally realizes one thing.
The man on earth is dead, but his soul inexplicably comes to Tang Huan, a newly dead teenager in the glorious mainland city of raging waves, and receives him.